Sunset Strip

I'm on Franklin Avenue
walking sure in dusty shoes
to the sleepy boulevard
Hollywood from this hotel
looks like sable palms that fell
from a rooftop garden
down to the topless bars that
pull the drinkers down below
and I can see my face up on a billboard on the Sunset Strip
and people passing by will look at her and wonder who she is
people passing by will look at me and wonder who I am
this guitar is sure to know
when I leave New Mexico
sleep for me as I slip out
but I cannot bring you here
never promise what you fear
but I will remember
all of your words were tender
I love you and you alone
and I can see my face up on a billboard on the Sunset Strip
and people passing by will look at her and wonder who she is
people passing by will look at me and wonder who I am